Sometimes when I'm out I'll see a kid that sort of looks like Ben, and I stare for an inappropriate amount of time without realizing it. I'll imagine Ben like that, talking with me at Starbucks or running through the playground, until I lock eyes with either him or Mama Hen. The kid usually looks away shyly, the mom usually shoots me a glare. I understand. I'd do the same thing if some woman was eyeballing my child for a full forty-five seconds from across the room. The lesson here is I need to learn to be less conspicuous with my gawking.
And now you know.
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